I knew it was ova when:
My boyfriend and I had been together for 3 yrs and my baby was 1. He had helped pay most of my bills during my maternity leave and mostly everything was all good. Then during my leave I was offered a job with NYPD long story short is that because I was new on the job I of course had the 4pm to 12am shift that no one with senority wanted. Anyway I'd reach home every night about 1 or 1:30 am. Since I past my house on the way to the babysitters I'd always just stop and throw my bag down. Ya know I didn't want to give a mugger any excuse to consider me a victim. Anyway on more than one occassion I'd come home to MY house and this fool would be up in my bed chillin'. I'd search the house and there'd be no baby. Huh? That's right after working all night coming home really late this fool still expected me to go back out into the darkness (did I mention this is nyc?) with the murderers and crackheads and get my baby alone. Mind you he'd been home since 6 or 7pm. After the last night of taking this crap ---God woke me up the next day. I realize this fool hadn't paid one friggin' bill since I'd started working and when I questioned him about the situation he had the nerve to tell me that since I made more money than he did I didn't need his part. Um, ur, rah, excuse me! That was the straw that broke the camel's back. After all the crap and other woman drama he had put me through. Needless to say he married one of those other women in less than 9 months and hasn't held a job since then. My girl is still paying for the wedding and bought her own engagement ring. And he has got to be the flyest unemployed man I know. Iceberg this, gucci that. Humph! betta her than me. Thank you Lord for awaking me!!!!
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"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful"
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